Street Jazz

Say it ain't so, Blanche!

This was on one of the list serves I subscribe to, early this morning. "Miss Blanche" - as the faux Southern gentlemen of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette refer to her - should be ashamed of herself, if she really does intend to follow through with her plan. Shame or not, I suspect she'll go ahead.

Take Action: Stop Tyson's Dirty Water Bail-Out Bill!

Large livestock operations could soon be off the hook for dumping waste containing high levels of toxic metals, like arsenic and copper into ourdrinking water. A new amendment expected to be added to the Farm Bill by Sen. Blanche Lincoln would exempt these livestock operations from the federal polluter-pays law, allowing corporations like Tyson's, which has already polluted the drinking water of 22 communities in Oklahoma, to pass clean up costs to the ratepayers.

Thinking about Owen Wilson's suicide attempt yesterday, and recalled this poem that we were taught in high school. I supect that most of us came across the poem in English class. You never know what personal demons haunt people, do you?

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.